Much like everyone else in the world, I woke up in a new year this morning. A new chapter in this book of life begins, and for many, there aren’t enough nails for the 2017 casket. While 2017 had many lows, the highs made them less relevant. In a blog tradition I sometimes break, I bring you Melissa’s 2017 Review.
2017 Review: Work, Work, Work
January 2018 marks my fifth anniversary as a Behavioral Health Specialist. I worked a lot this year. Probably too much, actually. 2017 will go down as the year I reached the greatest career achievement. Two times this year I had patients compare me to Patch Adams.
I spend too much time over thinking what I want to do with my life. This year was no exception. Do I start a master’s degree? Should I go to school for nursing? Form a small band and focus on music? Get back into photography? I have no clue. What I do know is I belong in mental health. All I need is a red nose and I’m set.
Well, okay. I admit it — I do have a red nose, but I feel like I’d by copying Patch. Maybe a unicorn horn or something would be my personal trademark?
I renewed my Crisis Prevention Institute instructor certification. Four full days of CPI. In 2017, I taught over 80 hours and had over 300 staff come through my classes. This brings my grand total of CPI teaching hours to 211 since I became an instructor 2014.
Contrary to the GIF, I did not give out any gold stars, but I believe I need to start in 2018.
2017 Review: Play, Play, Play!
It is unbelievable I’ve lived downtown for a year already. My cozy little apartment is on several parade routes, exactly two miles from work, two blocks from the marsh trails, Riverside Park is my front yard, and I still hear none of the downtown nightlife shenanigans.
The same week I moved into my new crib, I met the Jim to my Pam, the Tad to my Dixie, the Zach to my Kelly. We’ve had some adventures this year. Among them — my first trip to Door County, some Mississippi boating, my first time kayaking, and my first experience at the St. Paul Ice Fishing & Sport Show.
Highlights and Notable Moments
I adopted my mechanical dog, Max. Unfortunately, there is a no pet policy in the lease I signed. Luckily, I found Max on a shelf at Barnes and Noble and had a pile of gift cards in my pocket. He’s been a wonderful addition to the family.
Some people started new businesses in 2017. There are people who had incredible body transformations and reached fitness and weight loss goals. And then there is Melissa… who managed to watch 12 seasons of Supernatural in less than a year. That’s 263 episodes and over 12,000 minutes of Sam and Dean.
My new year’s resolution last year was to write a song. I did exactly that. Only one song, though, because I didn’t want to be an overachiever. Click here to listen to “I’m Your Whiskey”.
Speaking of music, I played a bit more this year. Booked a few gigs. By a few, I mean, like three. Perhaps this can continue into 2018. We’ll see how this unfolds. I may not have booked gigs, but I have played more this year.
AND, I expanded my musical abilities. I bought a ukulele from my friends at Old Towne Strings here in La Crosse. Since I purchased it, I’ve learned a few songs; however, we haven’t performed together publicly, yet. In June, I went on a bus trip with some coworkers to Mall of America and found a nose flute. I’m getting better at this, too.
2017 Review: Melissa McCarthy or Melissa McCarthy?
It wouldn’t be a recap of my year if I didn’t have some sort of Melissa McCarthy story. Occasionally, her fan mail finds my e-mail, social media, and blog. 2017 took the Melissa McCarthy mix-up to a new level when Broadcast Music, Inc. (BMI) misdirected Saturday Night Live royalties into my music account, but the money belongs to the actress. This was in September and I have yet to receive a return phone call.
2017 Review: Didn’t Quit Drinking Coffee
In addition to all the Netflix and Supernatural, I also did my part in keeping the local coffee establishments in business. Sometimes I feel Moka knows me better than any human on this planet. They put a drive-thru right on my way to work around the same time I moved downtown. Coincidence? I highly doubt it. They love me and I love them. It’s magical, really.
2017 Review: Sleep, Laziness, Self-Care Stuff
The 2017 review would not be complete without acknowledging the epic naps I enjoyed on my couch. One resolution I do not have to make for the new year is better sleep. I am so good at sleeping that if I could bottle it and sell it, I’d be one wealthy woman.
My FitBit took a crap this year, but if I learned anything from it before it croaked, it’s this: I am nearly dead when I sleep. My heart rate would be in the low 50s, even 40s a few times. There was no movement whatsoever detected by the creepy little tracking device.
2017 Review: Honorable Mentions
- I cooked using a crock pot for the first time in my life
- NO ER visits for this girl in 2017
- Hemmed a pair of pants all by myself
- Did Oktoberfest for the first time with my coworkers, Dave and Amy
- Stuck a metal spoon in a mixer set on high and broke both the spoon and the mixer
- Met up with friends and family I haven’t seen in too long
- Celebrated my 420 month birthday in May
- Watched Elf and Home Alone a record number of times
- Heard some live music
- Added more rejection letters to the pile
- Added more pins to Pinterest
- Held some babies
- Pet some puppies
- Tried ice wine
- Did some doodling and art journaling
Here we are on the first day of 2018 and if I had any resolutions, I am sure I already broke them. I’ll still do my best to make this year is better than the last. Next year I’ll let you know how I did with this.
Happy New Year!